Annabelle Linton cautiously looked at Leona Grant. When her gaze met his icy, perilous eyes, a wave of dread washed over her...
She knew what Mr. Holland meant... Mr. Holland had told her before that he once had a younger sister, but she was lost.
That's why he always treated her like his own sister.
So when he said she was important, he just meant that his sister was very important to him. And when he said he liked her, he was talking about liking his sister.
'But Mr. Holland, I told you to hang up and you didn't. Hanging up right at that moment is bound to give someone the wrong idea, you know?'
Annabelle Linton had an idea... 'If I tell Leona Grant that Mr. Holland treats me like a sister because he lost his own, who would have been my age, will he believe me...'
'He will. Of course, he will!'
'What's so unbelievable about that? It's perfectly plausible.'
'But that's only if the person she was talking to wasn't Leona Grant...'
